" you don't love me sir....... I don't understand why you ....." Amara said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.
"But you don't love him either," Max countered, his gaze unwavering.
Amara looked at him, puzzled. "Sir, you've had too much to drink. You should rest, please rest and...shut up." she said, turning to walk away. But Max wouldn't let her go; he grasped her hand firmly.
"I'm not drunk, Amara," he insisted, his tone serious.
"Let me go, sir," she replied.
"Why do you accept something like this?" he urged, frustration mingling with desperation.
Amara still didn't understand what he wanted from her. " What do you want me to do?why are You acting weird? You not even my friend sir! Let go of my hand." she asked, seeking clarity.
Max just looked into her eyes, unable to let go of her hand. If she left right now, he knew he would never see her eyes again. She was right—she wasn't his friend. They had both been young when they attended this military school, and now, everyone had left except for three people. Every time Max tried to get closer, Amara always remained distant, silent. She tried to keep things professional, but Maxwell knew she liked him—her eyes told him everything. He couldn't lose her. Today, Sianna and his brother had betrayed him enough. If Amara left, he would be all alone.
"Marry me," Max said, his words hanging in the air like a dare.
her eyes wide with shock. It felt like a dream come true, yet everything about it felt wrong. "Marry you? What? ..... No...., no,What's your reason for asking this ridiculous question? at least give me a solid reason. .... You don't even love me Maxwell" she repeated, her voice trembling with confusion and disbelief.
"You don't love him, either" he shot back.
"But you love her" she shot back.
"I don't love sienna," he said, his voice laced with a hint of regret. "Like I said, it's just the memories that haunt me or the promise I made a long time ago. In reality, it's empty." He stepped closer, his gaze intense. "But I know you love me, Amara," he added, his tone growing more certain, as if trying to convince not only her but himself as well.
"So? It would be painful for me to marry you, you know that " she said, their eyes locked in an intense gaze.
"Marry me," Max urged again.
"Enough with this Maxwell! ," she said, trying to pull away.
But Max held her tight. "Marry me," he repeated, his voice low and urgent.
"You only want to use me. What chage suddenly. Why would I want to marry you? Why are you asking me now?" Amara snapped, her anger finally breaking through.
Max knew this was a selfish move, but he couldn't bear the thought of her with anyone else. Especially not that old man " Then use me Amara. I will use you and you will use me" he said.
"What does that even mean?" Amara asked with confusion." I said let me go "
" No" Maxwell said.
Max's gaze dropped to her lips, and Amara felt a rush of awareness. "Do not dare!" she warned, but Max didn't seem to care. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips against hers.
It wasn't a passionate kiss; it was gentle and sweet, a tender exploration that sent shivers down her spine. As he pulled back slightly, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "I told you to Use me."
Amara looked at him, her heart racing.
"Use me," he repeated
Amara felt her mind go blank, a white haze clouding her thoughts as she stared at him, caught in the moment. She knew she shouldn't accept, but the words wouldn't come.
Max released her and knelt before her, his eyes searching hers. "Will you marry me?" he asked, sincerity etched across his face.
Amara struggled to understand his motives; perhaps he wanted to escape from his lover or seek revenge, just as she longed to break free from her family's abuse. She could use him, too, but would it be worth the pain that might follow?
"This is not right," Amara said firmly.
"Will you marry me?" Maxwell suddenly asked.
"Enough! You can't play with—" Amara began, but he interrupted her.
"Will you marry me?" he repeated, his voice softer yet insistent.
Amara looked into his eyes, feeling as if she were hypnotized. She simply stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, unable to find words.
"Yes, ı will marry you " she said, the word slipping from her lips before she could fully comprehend it. It felt surreal, as if she were stepping into a dream or nightmare.
Max extended his hand to Amara. As soon as she took it, everything went white.
"What?" she gasped, watching as the world around her vanished. "Max?" she yelled, her voice echoing in the emptiness.
But she found herself in a void. "Where am I?" she whispered, dread creeping in.
Then it dawned on her—she was seeing the past, those moments when he had promised her everything. This was a magic spell Max had cast to ensnare her mind.
"I can't believe I was under his spell," she murmured, realizing the gravity of her situation. The spell conjured sweet memories, but were they truly sweet for her?
"I will wake up, won't I? I can't believe this. I can't believe he found me. I've run for years—why now? Is he that angry? But why? I left him for his lover. They ruined me, took everything from me. I lost two lives because of them. is he came for revenge? Why are you doing this to me?"
Her tears flowed freely as she spoke, her heart heavy with sorrow and confusion. *Why are you here?* she thought, losing her grip on reality, consumed by the whirlwind of her emotions.